Mocked by the mocking bird's song
I don't want the sunshine to spoil
But the sun can't shine for long
In the dead of night you'll find I recoil

Take your hatred out on me
Its the sole reason I feel alive
Send me all your negativity
At least I can't say I never tried

See my life through eyes of disgust
Now I find myself a walking conspiracy
Now there's no one left that I can trust
At least I don't feel empty...

Your Compassion Will be the Death of Me

Deity, why waste your divinity on this banshee
A goddess of such in-human compassion
For I fear your compassion will be the death of me
My sanity is almost completely dissolved, it must be rationed.

Leave me dirty, leave me forever dying
To be bathed clean in the purest of waters would be torture
My hate would turn to vapor, would I be left crying
Everything taken from me, my heart left a scorcher

Love produced from rape
Everything black turned white
As if everything changes shape
Day resurrected from night

(The Fear of Uncertainty)

You played a god and made a twin
But failed to bolt the screws,
Alas the rogue you spawned to win
Blew clear your path to lose.
You fought in vain to keep it tamed
As your neurotic means,
But it took charge and you became
The boy made of machine.

You groomed yourself like Heracles
And struck the despots down,
Before the sword of Damocles
Was thrust into your crown.
You braved to set the skies alight
With eyes so true and keen,
But fell upon the shroud of night
A boy who'd turned machine.

You'd sunk beneath a noxious sea
And felt your life possessed,
But thrived in hope of breaking free
In swathes of stout unrest.
You'd let your supple parts corrode,
The darkness bend you mean,
Vowing control would be your mode
When you became machine.

You tore apart the astral veil
In frenzy of its lore,
Then gorged the sky until it ailed
And you could stand no more.
You pitched yourself at Heaven's womb
Exposed to the unseen -
The cryptic wilds that would consume
A boy posing machine.

You broke among the social stage
As it occurred to you
That humankind cannot be gauged
Like one and one make two.
You never saw an honest flaw
About your self-routines,
Until at last your romance bore
That men are not machines.

so glad to see you posting!! all deep writes

yeah i havent had the internet in awhile
i have more if you would like to hear some

Shadows

It was hard to believe that the game could have been played so well and so badly. Maybe it was the naivet� to the events of the time. Everything had changed in that continuum, become bent up, spent and formed into an unrecognizable shape.

Things were revealed.

Why the self destruction, it was hard to say. One ate as if he couldn�t just stop at one, night after night and hid it in sleep by day. The other seemed to hate to see her own reflection, the side that said she had done things wrong and stood on a righteous path. He couldn�t stop and she knew. They both wanted others to live their lives and despised people for living their dream.

The invitation appeared in a time of need and turmoil. Innocent at first, damning at last.

Cheating all along the days with a breath that was warm for the moment and like icicles at the crunch. They provided the impossible torment, the unsolvable puzzle. He followed the words of conviction and deluded himself to her warped philosophy in his drunken stupor. She feasted upon the flesh of others in full view with no outside moral judgement from him, so pacified and convinced otherwise was he. Yet when this was pointed out as disrespectful, the fierce beasts would arise to beat down the emotions and seeming accusations of a friend.

Hell would reign in their house. Friends be damned and loss would follow.

always would look forward to your writings!!

Falling Badly

These days always start with the fall from ones own grace
So many times the descriptions circle inward from within
Collapsing all that was once held to be so positive and alive

It comes to descend into the grey of mediocrity via slowness
Smokes and stokes itself with the embers of self-pity
Fires to fuel the rage and disillusionment of depression

Looking outward from the burn of a torn heart
Hope gains its fragile wings to escape out of sight
Lost in the clouds blurring the senses from the light
Letting in the rain to douse the flames of fatal anger
A torrent of torment to send the flood of regretful tears
To wash the everlasting soul in it�s darkest drifts

Death will come in its final hour with a murmur
A cold refrain to the last spark

WB to the poetry section

Bet your glad to have the net back!

hell yeah i am
and thanks its good to be back

Lost

Sometimes it's just one word to start the turn of events
Something so innocent in thought it stuns
Fostering a blank look of fragments
Paralysed by the loss of speech
A backwards fall in time
Numbed to any feeling
Frozen by a word

More words try to come to offer some comfort
Running into echoes from the past
They just end up falling away
There is no hope of reaching
For something so distant
No recovery
Buried now
In the depths
So lost

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welcome back

thank you